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2025-02-03 21:55:30Susan
Since being clingy didn’t work, I had to switch tactics. If I couldn’t push Elliot away with desperation, I’d do it by being a financial burden. Men loved independence...they hated when a woman cost them too much. So, I was going to be the most high-maintenance fiancée in history. At 8:00 a.m. sharp, I barged into Elliot’s office, holding a ridiculously expensive shopping catalog. He barely looked up from his laptop, though the corner of his lips twitched. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured. "What brings you here?" I plopped onto his desk dramatically. "Baby, I was thinking… I need a new car." Elliot leaned back in his chair, rubbing his jaw. "You don’t have a car." "Exactly," I said sweetly, flipping the catalog toward him. "Which is why I want this one." His eyes trailed down the page. His brows lifted. "A Ferrari SF90 Stradale?" he repeated slowly. I smiled. "Yep!" He chuckled. "You don’t even drive, Susan." I batted my lashes. "Then hire me a driver." Elliot’s eyes glimmered with amusement. "You want me to buy you a Ferrari… and hire you a driver?" I nodded enthusiastically. For a second, he just stared at me. Then he sighed. "Alright," he said. I blinked. "What?" "If that’s what you want, I’ll get you the Ferrari," he said, completely unfazed. Wait, what? Fine. If a car didn’t faze him, then I’d drain his wallet with lavish shopping sprees. I dragged him to the most exclusive boutiques, picking out only the most expensive designer brands. Each time I walked up to him, holding a ridiculous item—a $20,000 diamond-encrusted handbag, a $5,000 pair of heels, a $12,000 silk evening gown—he barely blinked. "Do you like it?" he’d ask, voice smooth as whiskey. I’d nod, and he’d pay without hesitation. By the time we left, he had spent more than most people made in a year. Did he look annoyed? No. Did he hesitate? No. In fact, he looked thoroughly entertained. And to make matters worse… that night, he unwrapped me like I was one of the gifts he had just bought...slowly, deliberately, making sure I felt every second of it. As if punishing me for my little stunt. And I let him. With pleasure. Since spending money failed, I moved to the next phase...constant unreasonable requests. After he dropped me off at my apartment, at exactly 1:00 a.m., I called Elliot. He picked up on the first ring. "Are you okay?" His voice was husky from sleep. I pouted. "Baby, I want tiramisu." A pause. Then a quiet chuckle. "Tiramisu?" "Mhmm," I whined. "I’m craving it." Another pause. "Give me twenty minutes," he said. TWENTY MINUTES?! *** Elliot Susan really thought she was slick. She thought I didn’t see through her. First, she tried to suffocate me with attention. Now? She was pretending to be spoiled and demanding. Did she really think money would make me push her away? I was a Prescott. Money was never an issue. But most importantly...she could have everything I owned, and I still wouldn’t let her go. So, at 1:30 a.m., I showed up at her door...holding a box of tiramisu. Her mouth parted in shock. "You… actually got it?" she whispered. I smirked. "Did you think I wouldn’t?" I stepped inside, caging her against the wall. "If you want something, sweetheart," I murmured, voice dark, "just ask me." Her breath hitched. And that night, I made sure she knew...there wasn’t a single thing she could do to make me let her go.Related chapters
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